Little Black Dot
A little black dot on the ceiling,
A little black dot on the wall,
The little black dot turns to red,
As I begin to fall!
A little black dot on the wall,
The little black dot turns to red,
As I begin to fall!
Little Black Dot
Crush commented on Little Black Dot
08-31-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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